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Terry Craddock
Terry Craddock Westport / New Zealand, Male, 56
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BA English Literature & Classics Diploma Teaching
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  • POEM: Water Mist Sparkles Upon A Green Bed Of Forest Moss by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight) (8/6/2016 8:57:00 PM)

    Thanks for the comment Michael, I have not been writing for over a month during Winter when our house turns into the kiwi ice block in July August. I think *Perspective Stand* is the first extant poem I have with some of the unique beauty of the New Zealand forest embedded within it, from April 1982, which extends into philosophy personality and shifting past life values. A poem read about twice a year. I am presently putting together a few nature poems from 1994 to 2010 in preparation for an intended volume on nature which I have finally spent time on over the last week which includes several nice New Zealand landscape poems. When it comes to nature and beauty it would be difficult for a kiwi poet to leave out New Zealand landscape images

  • POEM: Hearse Detective (The Original) From Coffin Chaser...Humour. by Annette Aitken (7/31/2016 10:49:00 PM)

    'she'd dornned the black suit, her hat and flat shoes'

    I've got a feeling you could write a children's story with this, a period funeral, black hearse drawn by horses, black horses with black feather plumes, in another age; especially liked

    'she'd have a good feed, a few pints of beer
    then sing a wee song, a send off with good cheer'

    must be in the Irish blood mixing in my veins

  • POEM: Heaven Sent by Annette Aitken (7/31/2016 10:42:00 PM)

    'Heaven sent you for a day
    to take my woe's and fears away
    tell the angles they must wait'

    a life of memories in a day is ephemeral too short a time, all our happiness condensed into a single day would be sublime, but the bliss voltage I fear would blow my mind :)

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